Opposite worlds »punk h.s

Chapter 16

-                                                        LUCY'S POV

It is the second time Harry apologizes and I am paralyzed for his action and reaction. I can’t reply, I can hardly process my thoughts. His head still resting on my shoulder and his arms still wrapped around my waist.

"I'm sorry for everything Lucy, I didn’t mean to hit you, you know it right?." His voice is a whisper through the air. "I would never hurt you."

He would never hurt me? But he already did it.

In this situation, he needs my forgiveness? I don’t know if I should forgive him, I know that wasn’t his intention...but anyway he hit Ryan. Although I don’t want to be here, I just want to run to my house but I have no choice, knowing how Harry is, he will not let me leave.

  "I just want to go home ..." I whispered.

"I'll take you home tomorrow, I promise ... but not today, your nose is still swollen, tomorrow will be a little better and your-"

"I don't care, really. My mom will not notice-"

"Lucy..." Harry whispered with anger stuck in his voice. He takes a few steps back. "Stay with me, just tonight."

And my heart stops again. His words are melody to my ears. My heart beats so hard that at any time is going to bust my ribs. How is it possible that a few simple words can make me feel this way? I feel so scared, almost in panicked for all these little emotions that are consuming my mind...these little things that make me feel different just scare me and I don't know how to deal with this.

"It's ... okay." I sighed in defeat. No way to say 'no' to Harry Styles.

He grabs my hand and we headed back home. This is so…odd. I really want to hit myself against a wall. Think and being around Harry just gives me a headache. He yells at me, hugs me and now he is holding my hand. I repeat I'm so scared.

I ask Harry for the bathroom and head to wash my face. Right now I can describe me with the word 'disaster'. The ala and the bridge of my nose are a little bit purple, my face is pale and I have a notorious dark circles dancing under my eyes and my hair looks messy.

There is not much to do with my appearance.

I sigh and make my way back to Harry's room. I close the door and my legs shake when I realized that I'm alone with a boy. This is terrifying. I don't even feel like this when I am with Marcel and he is a boy too.

"I'm sorry I messed up your shirt." I said to Harry, pointing to the collar of his shirt stained with blood. He goes to his closet and he pulls out another shirt.

"Don't worry, take this." He hands me his shirt and leans over to plant a kiss on my forehead. I froze in my place. What was that? I blush violently and I appreciate that the lights are off.

I return to the bathroom to change my clothes. I pull the shirt over my head and let the fabric slide through my body. I left the bathroom and I stopped in the hallway. I could still leave and a big part of me wants to run away...but another part begs for me to stay and that small part is winning because here I am in his house.

"Harry, we have to sleep together?" I complain when I entered his room.

"But an hour ago we were sleeping together." He smiles playfully as he gets rid of his shirt and pants. I avert my gaze feeling a heat through my body. "I'm covered, I'm under the sheets, you can look now." He laughs.